Silenced Fires

I’m with her from moonrise to sunset, from lost to not yet found—listening, plotting, feeling every word and world that darkens the ink in her veins. When July reaches its lustiest, when leaves are green and birds gaudy, when she craves the cooling touch of water and dirt, I fill her head and hips with burning tales, and I wait… for her fingers to spell my wilds real. We sing much out of the heat, before the chill chants of change.

Autumn dressed
the lake reddish gold,
silenced fires.
In her heart, summer-
crafted stories fade.

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– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

Become the Uncanny

I know the darkness dancing in my gaze, how the rained-on-muddy-brown that fills my eyes is drunk on midnight and secrets. I glance at your face and feel… the need to invite your soul-tellers to look inside my heart. Can you see what blooms in there? The parts of me (growing deep-deep-deep), the pieces that mirror the bits you (almost) never show to the world? I see you, know you… because strange takes time to find itself. I searched for you and found you because the world is broken, slightly rotten… and I can’t fix it alone.

I’m using my weird
to kick impossible’s butt—
hope is exotic.
Let’s become the uncanny
change that makes happy the norm.

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– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.